Love, malice, desire, murderous impulses…
One person, two people, three, four, five, six.
A rain of 1000 needles brushed against
the dying daimyo’s neck as his people starved.
An unusual murderous impulse welled up
in the starving beggars I hired to serve me.
I was stirred up by that red kimono.
Your warmth will make me go mad.

What are you looking at, grasping that blade of yours?
Will you talk to your irrecoverable past self?

I kicked up my geta straps, imitating a dancing girl.
Not knowing and not speaking is forbidden
The songstress was bloodstained, and the dancing girl was headless.
Their faces were foolish, their geta movements unskilled.

Lining up the slaves: one, two.
Your warmth will make me go mad.
Love, malice, desire, murderous impulses…
One person, two people, three, four, five, six.

The ones who died by sawing do not smile at the fox’s wedding.
The beggars speak, saying “give it all back!”
Smiling at the mirror, with a baby in her womb.
The bakeneko cannot speak if everything comes to an end.

Soon, the curtain will raise on tonight’s spectacle.
One, two, I line the slaves up.
When the curtain rises, you’ll forget everything.
Now, welcome! Welcome to the pit of savages.
The brutish audience has their eyes wide open.
It begins, and they bathe in spurts of blood.
I’m all worked up. I stab you, over and over.
Your warmth will make me go mad.

I continue to wait beneath the ♥♥♥♥♥ willows.
I amuse myself with dolls, placing their heads in nooses.

The beggar hag begs in the beggars’ settlement
But not a single coin is on the corpses at the gate.
Left to the crows, they’re crushed where they lie.
Be frightened and live! It’s as simple as that.

What are you looking at, grasping that blade of yours?
Will you talk to your irrecoverable past self?

I kicked up my geta straps, imitating a dancing girl.
Not knowing and not speaking is forbidden.
The songstress was bloodstained, and the dancing girl was headless.
Their faces were foolish, their geta movements unskilled.

Escorted to the fox’s wedding by the will-o’-wisps,
I entrusted them to the dolls, saying “All is forgiven.”

Love, malice, desire, murderous impulses…
One person, two people, three, four, five, six.
The lonely bride lost her umbrella.
She hides, acting as if all was stripped away.
Who’s next? Who’s next, I wonder?
Sleep brings with it solitary darkness, in the threshold between dreams and reality.

I embrace you in the end and I whisper:
“Open up? Open up? Open up? Open up?”

Gender: Female
Species: Fire wolf
Strength: 9/10
Hearing: 9/10
Smell: 10/10
Speed: 9/10
Protective: 10/10
Intelligence: 0/10
View: 9/10
Height: 1,80


Grarr:I love you
<3: I like you
Rawr:Hi
Nrghhh:Sleep
Roarghh
Grr: I don´t like you /Snarl
Nrgraghh: Happy
Mphmmm: Enjoying
Nrgrarr: Come with me /Follow me
Sniff* Sniff*:Sniffing
Squeak: Help
۱۱۱: Take out the claws
💢: Angry
彡:Kill
Mrr: Bye
,<3: Marking territorial/raised leg
Squee: Yes
Rhh:No
Ghh: Sorry
! : On alert
? : Don't understand
Rrr:purring
Gshh: You are death/ We are going to kill you
Pff: huffing
>\\\<:Embarrassed
Graw:Call for come here
Graghh:Lick face
Glrgh: Raised tail
Hrrgh:Hurted
Skree: He
Skraa:She
Grhh:I want
Rghh:Forgive
♥:Love <3
Groarghhh:Angry Roar
Krghh:You
Hghh:Stop
💦:Crying...
➖⭕: Mating...
💨:Fart
♂: Male?
♀:Female?
💩: I poop
Wags: When happy

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